All seven sons of Fëanor meeting in Beleriand but it’s the scene where the dwarves all enter Bilbo’s house.
They’re meeting in Thargelion and Caranthir’s about to tear his hair out, or maybe his advisor is, as everyone slowly arrives. First Celegorm. Then Curufin. Then Maglor. Then Amrod and Amras. And the five of them raiding the pantry, probably Moryo’s jewellery and materials room as well to find whatever they like most and have it commissioned. Thargelion is their richest land after all, and it’s a time of plenty.
Celegorm and the twins have trailed mud all over the floor. Curvo’s hounding the smiths about their quality of work. Maglor’s singing, the rest of his brothers joining in as he playfully mocks Caranthir and his advisors trying to keep a reign on everything.
Then there’s a knock on the door.
Maedhros walks in. Red hair gleaming in the light, noble, scarred face leaving the other residents of the fortress in awe.
And in seconds everyone’s on Best Behaviour TM.
(But ofc being little brothers, it doesn’t last long. And Maedhros can’t help but join in the fun no matter how hard he tries to be Grim and Serious about things.
Also the deep sighs and rolling eyes as soon as they heard the knock left several servants and soldiers more familiar with the Fëanorions hiding laughs. Maglor mutters something along the lines of ‘killjoy.’ Amrod makes faces as Mae explains the results of his meeting with Fingolfin. Celegorm whistles to the ravens by the window, and even Caranthir raises unimpressed eyebrows when the eldest tries his Lordly Tone of Gravitas that would work on literally anyone but his brothers.)
